AN: Hey, I'm hoping somebody reviews this! Will probably post deending on reviews, but might just post to finish for my own good. Discipline, you know?

(I'm putting up pics of how she looks for each chapter, or at least a few. The links are in my profile. It doesn't let me post them in story.)

Acceptance

Light flooded the small bedroom as the curtains were pulled away from the windows. A tall young girl strode over to her bed and quickly made it presentable for her mother. Then, the girl went to her closet and got dressed into the clothing her father would have burned before letting her wear. Though they weren't at all befitting of her bloodline, Rosaleen Black enjoyed wearing muggle clothing almost as much as she enjoyed doing muggle things. The band tee shirt and torn jeans were her style, so she wore them with pride. Besides, her father wasn't around to tell her not to.

Dressed, Rosaleen opened her door and went into the hallway.

"Good morning Rosaleen, you look… interesting today." Said a picture of a large, dark haired old man in a lavish robe.

She smirked at him, "You tell me that everyday, Uncle Edwin. But I am glad to know you enjoy my wardrobe."

He scowled at her, but let the girl pass without chastising her any further.

She walked down the steps, greeting others in her family's many portraits. Although most had the same attitude towards her, some enjoyed the rarity of the girl. Indeed, you were hard pressed to find a pureblood who enjoyed muggle culture as much as she did.

Eventually she entered the kitchen of the large house. Her mother was not around to make breakfast anymore, seeing asshe worked almost all day. This thouroghly confused Rosaleen, though. The family vaults at Gringots were absolutely full of gold, they were by no means poor, and yet the woman worked day and night at a job her mother hated. Sometimes Roasaleen wondered if she just wanted to escape the memories brought up by the house.

Seeing as she didn't have full control of her powers, the few she had at least, she went to the cupboard and pulled down two chocolate frogs. Chocolate frogs were most definitely her favorite food in the world. In fact, she had the 3rd largest Chocolate Frog Card collection in all of Britain. Of course, this didn't really make her full of pride. All it meant was that she ate the 3rd most Chocolate Frogs in Britain, and that made her feel ugly. So, after eating the frogs, she went to exercise.

She sat outside lifting weights, very heavy weights at that. "It may be primitive, but it's also effective" were here words when her mother came home early one day and asked what she was doing it for. Rosaleen lifted weights every single day, thus making her a VERY strong and VERY tall 11 year old. She didn't expect to get any taller, though. Her mother was short, but stopped growing at 12, and her father was as tall as she already was.

In the midst of thinking about these things, a dark brown owl swooped over head and landed on the ground next to her. It looked somewhat quizickal, but still pecked her leg to get her attention.

Rosaleen looked down at the creature, and gasped as she saw the envelope attached to it's feet. She had never gotten mail before, but it was clearly addressed:

Rosaleen Sierra Black

The Back Yard

Uttery St. Catchpole

Britain

She detached it clumsily from the animals foot and read the letter enclosed…

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Black,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted

at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please

find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no

later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely.

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Of course, usually it would be no surprise to receive a letter from Hogwarts at the age of 11, especially for those of pure blood. Somehow, though, Rosaleen had always doughted she would be allowed to attend the school. Maybe her affinity for the muggle world would stop her. Maybe the fact that she had, even if she didn't want to be honest about it, bellow average intelligence.

All that didn't matter now. She was going! It was at this point of cotemplation that the owl pecked once more at her leg.

"Oh! I expect I better write back." The owl hopped on her shoulder, sencing in the girl something kind and trustworthy, no matter how she dressed.

Rosaleen wasn't expecting that, but decided it was okay. She headed inside to get parchment and one of her favorite pens. She preferred to use pens as much as possible and, figuring that Hogwarts got letters from muggle born children all the time, she thought it would be okay. On the other hand, her penmenship with a quil was notwhere near perfect, so she might have to begin practicing for school.

As the owl stared at her black Uniball, she wrote three letters, the first to Hogwarts, the second to her mother, and the third to her older sister Delia. Attaching the letter for Hogwarts to the owls out stretched foot, and giving it a small peace of the toast her mother had left on the counter before leaving. The owl took off happily, eventually becoming a small brown dot in the sky as Rosaleen watched it fly. Then she went to send her other two letters, knowing her family's owls would get to their destination by tonight.

Dear Rosie,

So happy to hear you're going to Hogwarts! Not that I ever doubted you would, hunny. You are going to have so much fun, meet so many people, and LEARN!

Now, I know you're nervous, but don't be. The teachers are amazing, and they will help you as much as they can. And don't worry about housing, you'll probably be in Slytherin like the rest of us. Lots of people will give you crap for Slytherin, but you just tell them that not all Slytherin are horrible. Look at me!

Don't worry about anything, and if you ever have any problems with anyone, tell me. I probably know there momma. Be good, study well, and have fun!

Love,

Delia

Dear Rosaleen,

Glad to hear you'll be going to school! Enjoy yourself! You better be in Slytherin.

I've told you a thousand times not to owl me at work.

-Mom